I'm not what you'd call a fantastic woman. I quickly found that I enjoyed sex after creating the type of curvy body which made guys want to have sex with me.
I am by no means a perfect ten. I'm cuter than sexy, but I have an above-average bra size, thick lips that are always wrapped around a tough cock and I have a willingness to spread my thighs.
Some folks would call me simple. Others could call me a slut. I'm not denying being either. Most of the things they say about me are accurate. Yes I've sucked my fair share of cocks, been fucked by my fair share of guys and even let some of them splatter their hot cum all over my skin.
However, I'd been on a one on one basis every time. Some of these may have been one night stands, a number of them may have had girlfriends, but the number of individuals involved consistently remained at two. Yet I will admit—or nearly admit as long as I've had sex—I've played around with the dream of having sex with more than one man at the same time.
It'd never be just a dream. I mean what type of woman would do this type of thing? What type of slut would allow guys to fuck her like this? Just considering it flipped my lacy thong into a wet mess.
I believe my first experience with the notion of a gangbang arrived in the kind of reading my dad's dirty magazines. The very first time I responded with disgust, however, the second time I found myself at home and took the stash out, then began flipping through them. I wished to be the woman from the centerfold.
I wished to be like the girls I discovered from the tales in the trunk. Girls that had sexual sex, much more enjoyable than my awkward and unsatisfying sex life at the moment.
The story that stood out for me was based around a girl who went camping with her husband. They bunch made a couple of friends and one thing led to another with five guys fucking her, filling her with cum.
The following experience came in the shape of a porn movie among my immature man friends who'd put on during a party. In the lady's bleached blonde hair to her giant fake tits, everything about it dropped into the class of fake. Certainly not a turn on like the aforementioned narrative, but seeing her take on four giant cocks somehow made the dream a little more genuine.
The most recent experience with the concept of a gangbang came not too long after my own graduation. Really right after. That night everybody gathered for celebrations, a crazy night for certain but I don't think anybody needed a wilder night compared to my friend Becky.
At one of those parties she ended up sucking off half a dozen men and fucking four of them. As soon as I heard the story I responded with disgust, but deep down inside me, I wished that it'd been me.
But I did not want the entire town knowing I'd allowed a bunch of guys to bang me. Becoming simple or a slut is something you'd be able to write off as being youthful. Obtaining a gangbang follows you about.
You'll visit the grocery store and a person will recognize you as that chick that let four guys fuck you.
However, I couldn't stop thinking about the dream. It was the dream I believed about late at night once I found myself alone in my area without a man to phone over.
An enjoyable dream, but nothing I would ever make become a reality. Or so I thought.
"I thought it would only be a girls' weekend," I started when Ashley put down her mobile phone. Following a messy breakup, I wasn't in the mood to take care of any member of the male species.
"I understand, but I didn't believe Tyler would be in the city."
She looked at me, then took a sip of her vodka and cranberry. We'd been home sitting at her aunt's beach condo and put a significant dent in her liquor. I wasn't certain how she intended to conceal that, but she didn't appear to be overly worried.
"What do you really need me to perform? Tell him he can't come over? That will go down nicely. I'm sorry."
"I'm so sorry, I'm in this crabby mood," I muttered.
"They will only be here for a little while then they're heading out to town." "Who are they
?"
While I debated the severe ideas about not dating, Tyler did possess some appealing buddies; older, more mature, sexy college men. Perhaps I could hold off the relationship vow of silence for now.
"I'm not sure. He said 'we' while we were on the telephone. He didn't mention who was included."
I expected it to be James. James, while he wasn't the school quarterback, seemed like he could've been using a well-built figure and was a man next door with great looks.
"Just how long are they likely to be here?" I asked. "He didn't say."
"Damn you," I started with a grin as the funk encompassing me began to lighten up.
I hurried to my bedroom and dug through my purse. We spent all afternoon on the shore, and after a hot shower, I wore a set of old football shorts and a raggedy tank top. Not precisely the type of clothing I'd considered the dress to impress. I didn't pack much, but I made the mistake of packaging more bikinis than real clothes.
I discovered a more straightforward tank top, a set of jean shorts and washed underwear, just in case.
I quickly brushed my hair, put on some makeup and managed to put on the shorts as the doorbell rang.
Since Ashley opened the door, I peeked through my bedroom door. Tyler came in with a case of beer and a kiss for Ashley. James followed closely and I stepped into the hallway with a grin.
He seemed just like what I'd have over my commanding, nevertheless cheating ex-boyfriend. Then two guys came in who were equally new to me. I started wondering just who my doctor prescribed for me.
Tyler introduced them to Devon and Rick. Devon looked like the poor boy my mother would despise, finished with tattoos all over him and rugged, jet black hair. Rick appeared more like a man I could really see myself in a relationship with. I narrowed down my choices to James and Devon.
The initial plan had them only sticking around to get some drinks before going Downtown to a few pubs. Initially, I didn't really enjoy that program, however, after a couple of drinks, I changed my mind.
They immediately reminded me why I'd been pissed off at the male members of the species. They hit on me and stared at my tits on the stage. It became uneasy. I'll admit in the beginning I enjoyed the focus. It felt great to be reminded there were other guys on the market, but it quickly became more than that.
I wished to cope with this particular weekend. I'd been glad Ashley was outside on the balcony and they would be departing shortly.
"I will be right back. Do you need anything?" Ashley asked as she slid open the sliding glass door.
"Another drink?" I'd been pacing myself, but they left me wanting to consume more.
"You have it?"
I believed she'd be back following a couple of minutes. How long could a stop in the restroom along with a boil at the kitchen take? I didn't have a third eye, but it looked like it took far longer than it should've taken.
After Devon undressed me with his eyes for the third time in a moment, I decided to take things into my own hands for my beverage.
Since I opened the sliding glass door, I recognized Tyler had gone missing from the balcony. I feared the worst and my fears were confirmed when I saw that Ashley's white bedroom door was shut.
I didn't know what to do besides getting another beverage. I just didn't need to return on the porch, but the condominium didn't leave any other place else to conceal myself. Before I could make a decision the three of them joined me in the kitchen.
They included me in the conversation about shores, but I hardly took part in the other than nodding my head. My mind told me they were unattractive, but I understood they needed me. I'd be lying if I said I didn't need every one of them.
I sensed my body temperature increasing and I couldn't be certain if it was due to those three sexy men facing me, the air conditioning, or that I couldn't maintain myself at all. I envisioned being in bed with James.
Sex with him could be a satisfying exercise. Devon would love to do something kinky, pushing me beyond what I felt comfortable doing. Rick would go out of the way to be certain he fulfilled me until he arrived.
All three of these had solid points, but I couldn't just grab them by the arms and drag them to the bedroom. Okay, maybe I really could, but it would be quite embarrassing for the other two.
My second thought wished I could blame the alcohol, nevertheless, I hardly needed a hot buzz. I pictured myself in bed with all three of them spread out around me, all of them nude, rock hard and ready for me. The idea left my cotton panties moist.
As they talked about fishing I completely stopped listening. What could it actually be like to own all three of these guys? Would I like it if they used me? Thinking these thoughts made me squirm from the counter. I took a long sip of my brightly colored, blended beverage and expected none of them had found my delight.
How can I do it? Can I just tell them I was miserable and wanted to get fucked?
Chapter 2
The excitement in my body grew and my heart began to pound.
How would they respond? Imagine if I simply invited them to accompany me to the bedroom? Or could I simply drop to my knees on the kitchen tile?
I probably could've dropped to my knees since Ashley totally abandoned me. The next time two people were lonely, I intended to mention a couple of things to her. However, I didn't know how long they'd be.
They'd not seen each other for a couple of weeks and probably needed to compensate for lost time. Part of the reason why I didn't want to encounter Tyler was due to their relationship.
They'd been a happy couple that couldn't get enough of each other. Ashley and I were only eighteen, but I could see both of them getting married.
I didn't have a problem finding men. So far, however, after a couple of things always became dull to find or I found other reasons to finish the relationship.
I wasn't prepared to repay, but I knew there was more than only one night stands and flings. Yet every one of them stood around me. I didn't need a relationship. I wanted to get fucked.
What would Ashley say if she came out and watched me hanging over the sofa and they were lining up to fuck me? What would she say the following morning when she came outside and found us lost with my bedroom door shut?
She understood about my flings and about my one night stands. But she didn't understand about this dream.
I could feel the blood flood through my veins. My panties clung into my wetness. It might either remain as a dream or it may turn into a reality.
I took a long sip of my drink, nevertheless barely buzzed. I took a deep breath. I leaned back from the counter and pushed my chest out. "Guys, I'm really fucking horny."
The conversation stopped mid-sentence. All three of them turned to look at me and their mouths dropped.
"What do you really wish to do about it?" Devon said, immediately recovering from the surprise, coming back to his old self.
"I wish to get fucked." I couldn't think that the words had come from out of my mouth.
"I would be pleased to assist you with that." He stepped towards me. I put my hands up to stop him. "From all three of you."
I have said some slutty things, but nothing could ever top that.
The three of them looked at each other. It didn't feel real. I walked between Devon and James towards my bedroom. My bare feet touched the tile, then the carpet since I moved in my room, but it felt like walking on air.
They followed me into my room with James being the last to enter.
I looked at him and he closed the door. For some reason the ornaments on the walls were all shore and nautical items such as seashells along with a compass which seemed like it would burst into a classic vessel.
I didn't think of anything for a few minutes. Time stood still and they looked like predators about to strike their prey. I felt like a slice of meat and I grinned.
They stepped forward and I stepped back, then dropped onto the mattress. This was the mattress where it would occur where my dream would become a reality.
It began with palms. I felt a set of hands-on the buttons of my shorts. I felt another set of hands disturb my tank shirt. I looked up and watched Devon between my thighs along with Rick's hands pulling up my tank shirt to reveal my orange bra.
I wished I'd thought to wear a matching bra and underwear, but I didn't believe that mattered to them. Everyone looked at me, their eyes full of lust. A massive bulge formed within Devon's jeans.
My shorts came off and my purple underwear followed. A brand new set of palms joined in. I watched James set his hands between my thighs and felt his hands brush across my lips. I let out a soft moan.
He told me to be silent, that I didn't want Ashley to listen, but I knew one way or the other she'd learn about this. He slipped a finger into me and rubbed his thumb across my sensitive clit. My tender moan became loud. I held my tongue as a last-ditch attempt.
A couple of moments after my tits were outside the cups of my bra. They didn't even bother to remove my tank top or bra all the way down.
Rick's mouth found my nipple and I let out a shout as he bit it. His palms weren't as gentle as his mouth. I typically hated, really despised when guys went for my tits, but this time it turned me on.
When Rick took my nipple out of his mouth, he continued sucking on it. I watched Devon again as he stood between my thighs with his trousers and boxers down at his knees, directing his rock hard cock towards my moist center.
I understood then that I hadn't mentioned condoms. Following the breakup, I didn't believe I'd be needing them for some time, so I didn't keep any stashed away somewhere.
I was on the pill instead, and unprotected sex wasn't brand new to me, but these three men were people I hardly knew. I understand that should've freaked me out, but it only turned me on more.
I wanted to feel them inside me, leaving nothing to divide us. I wanted them all to cum inside me.
I stared at my legs and observed as Devon stepped ahead. Time seemed to slow down as I felt his penis touch my moist lips.
It felt as though I could feel every cell of him merge with my own. It made my entire body twist with delight. He pushed into me and time returned to normal.
My wetness enabled him to easily push into me. He filled me, giving my whole body a sense of passion as I'd never felt before. There was no turning back now.
He grabbed my buttocks. I wrapped my palms around him for comfort as he started to thrust into me. I bit my lip, but I couldn't curb my moans.
He fucked me for a moment or two, but until he came anywhere near to a climax, he resigned. Before I knew what was happening, I felt the following cock enter me. I looked up and saw James.
My dream would come true. With him and two other men, this is something I wouldn't forget. I'll admit there could've been a single night where I had sex with my boyfriend at that time and churn out after that night to meet up with a different man.
I'd thought of this as among the sluttiest of things I'd done, but it didn't even compare.
His thrusts got harder as everyone started to breathe harder. It was better than the exercise I'd imagined. He filled me with joy.
Right as I began to completely love it, he resigned. I found Rick coming up next. All three of these guys must've been talking, but I didn't recall any noise other than the hum of the air conditioner, the squeaking of the metallic framework and my extremities.
CHAPTER 3
Devon and James left me to whine about the size department, however, Rick stood vertical and markedly bigger. He pushed into me and I could feel myself stretching to adopt him. I raised my grasp on the duvet as he began to thrust into me.
It wasn't a dream anymore. It was nowhere close to that now, but three guys were fucking me precisely at the same time. I was gangbanging. I wasn't the run of the mill slut anymore.
I wanted more. When James pulled out, I flipped over and stayed on my hands and knees. I didn't have to mention anything else.
Someone took me from behind. I didn't know who it was initially until I looked back and watched Devon thrust. Rick came to my entrance. He knelt on his knees and put his penis near my mouth.
I licked his swollen head, tasting a hint of his salty precum. I opened my mouth and took him between my lips. I took him deep into my mouth while another guy fucked me. It didn't seem real.
I sensed another set of hands-on my waist. Rick started fucking my mouth., using my mouth as my pussy. They used me for their pleasure and I adored it.
At some stage the enjoyment of a penis inside me, the sensation of a cock sliding between my lips and a set of hands made me drop. The delight overwhelmed my body.
I closed my eyes and the orgasm erupted inside me using a huge force I'd never felt before. I didn't understand who I had in my mouth. I didn't know who'd been fucking me. The sensation sent me into a completely different world of enjoyment.
My orgasm was linked with another. I felt two controlled thrusts and in the last minute he pulled from me. I heard a grunt and understood that it'd been James behind me. Moments later I felt cum splatter onto my back.
The hot, thick cum struck me so hard it nearly made me jump. He covered my butt with his cum.
Devon grabbed my head and pushed his cock down my throat. I didn't gag after as his succulent cum flooded my mouth. After he pulled back, I swallowed everything whole.
I wasn't done yet. I desired Rick. I desired his massive cock to satisfy me with his cum. I flipped myself over while the other two started putting their clothes back on. Rick nevertheless was nude from the waist down, his big cock still prepared for me.
He pushed me to the middle of the mattress and joined me. He climbed on top and took me. He didn't start off slow this time. He slammed his cock into me with everything he had. I moaned and cried out as his joy stuffed me, fucking me as though I was his slut.
I ended up together with him and rode him since it felt like the final cock I would get. I didn't just sit there. My entire body bounced up and down on his penis. I did what I could, shifting my entire body before he eventually gave me exactly what I desired.
As a powerful orgasm stuffed me, as my body began to stiffen while I arched my back, he pushed and unleashed a torrent of cum. My body shook into a blissful orgasm.
He rolled me off him after he was spent. I wasn't his girlfriend. I'd been some slut he and his friends had only fucked. They left me, my entire body sore and tired, drenched with sweat and cum still clinging to me.
I could feel his cock throbbing inside me once I heard the front door open, then shut. I could taste the cum in my mouth. They fucked me, they used me. And I loved it. I felt dirty, I felt like a slut, I felt alive.
A couple of minutes later I heard a soft knock on my door. "Kayla?" Ashley asked.
"Yeah?" I said, getting up and donning a bathrobe.
"Could I come in?"
"Come."
"Are you OK?" Her face had a look of concern.
"Yeah." I couldn't hide my smile. I felt like I was shining.
"What happened?"
"Should I tell you?"
"And you're fine with it?" "Yeah."
"You're such a slut."
We both giggled.
"I can't disagree with this."
"I never believed you'd do something like this. How can it be?" "Words can't explain it."
I handed her the box score outline. Her mouth fell as I told how one man took me from behind while the other stuffed my mouth. Nevertheless, I think I saw a portion of her wanting to do it.